Cincinnati, oh, United States
In the garden she stood,
flowing with the light breeze.
So accepting of the gentle tugging,
one has to wonder..
who is tugging who..
never does she break
only accepts what she must
She lives..She loves..She is..
What beauty could she not possess?
Swaying gently..dancing upon the breeze
She is all I see in that Garden,
though other are there I am sure..
but for them i care not
No, it is alone that intraps my heart..
I want to drink of the nectar of thoughs lips
and lightly touch that great spirit
to dance but a moment with the song of her soul
and spent but a lifetime within those eyes
I am transfixed inside her..
though far away I am..
and why she chose me,
I know not...
-and how this magick spell was casted upon..
I care not..
I am captured..
and I submit..
I am hers..
in this Garden..
-Edward A. Beerman
For a fateful night of passion, since my heart need one last vent, I believe I am willing to pay that black widows rent...